Watching White Heat, thinking about a cat

Watching the gangster classic White Heat with James Cagney as the genuinely psychotic Cody Jarret. A cat had kittens under the porch across the street. A few were grabbed by people, don’t know what happened to the rest – maybe all were grabbed – and then there was a kitten lying in the dirt with his legs crossed in front of him, his eyes sealed shut with an infection. I picked him up, carried him home, took him in the shower – discovered he was a him – and we unsealed his eyes. He was tiny. Could barely walk straight. Our old cat Lilybelle walked up to him and the little thing reared back and hit her in the nose though she outweighed him by like 50 times over. I named him Cody Jarret, typically Mister Cody Jarret because the M in his facial fur – he was a lot of Maine Coon though the mom was domestic short hair – obviously stood for Mister. Top the world, ma! He grew into a near 20lb alpha by the time he was a year old, but he took off when we caught 3 kittens from his mother’s next litter because he just couldn’t stand being around so many cats. He showed this every day, either by grabbing them by the neck and squeezing until I stopped him or sulking in a box. I hope he found a good home because he was a very special Cody.